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Now, when normal humans eat too much of a good thing, they tend to gain a bit of weight. The same thing can be said for her kind. Molly was like most women, in that she craved certain types of 'food' during a certain time. Sure, she didn't actually have to endure the mess itself anymore, but the symptoms and side effects of being a woman clung to her biological makeup all the same. So, as she tried her hardest to maintain a civil creed, the huntress in her wanted to devour, to kill, to feed. She felt as if she might snap. And snap, she did.
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Their date had gone very well. Well, minus the part where she almost slipped up and took him as he kissed down her body.
"Your skin is so cool, so smooth." Jim muttered against her stomach. Molly hummed in answer, trying her very hardest not to let her animal nature spring forth. As the rest of the act carried out, Molly felt herself slipping more and more. Her fangs were out in full display now, and she lightly raked them up his shoulder, nearing his neck. His heavy breaths made it all the more exciting for her. She was close to biting into him, ripping past that smooth, freckled skin. He then surprised her by doing the same thing to her. Sharp daggers cut through her skin as he bit down on her artery. Molly moaned out in equal parts pain and pleasure. When she snapped her eyes open, she was greeted with a devilish grin. While he didn't possess any fangs as she did, she could see the points on his canine teeth where sharp. Sharp enough to pierce her skin. She had never been more impressed, not even with Sherlock's impressive mind. Jim finished, and she soon followed him. Exhaustion won out over her thirst for him, and she soon fell into as close of a state of sleep as she could. All the while, she felt the light grazing of his teeth along her neck and shoulder blade.
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It was a week before she had seen Jim again. Not that she minded. He had been called away on business, and she was busy keeping up with Sherlock's many needs for what seemed like a very intense case. She had just gone to the loo and come back, when she heard the loud buzzer on the computer go off. She briskly walked through the door.
"Any luck?" She asked. Sherlock responded with a very excited 'yes'. Just as she stood next to him to help read the results, the door opened. They all looked up, and Molly was surprised to see her lovely, lilting distraction.
"Jim, Hi!" She said, a bit more excitedly than she had intended. "Come in, come in." She beckoned him closer. She then remembered the other souls in the room, her manners promptly kicking in.
"Jim, this is Sherlock Holmes." She said, gesturing to the man sitting on the stool. He didn't look up. Jim grinned and then looked over to the blond man across the room. A flustered Molly seemed to be drawing a blank on his name.
"And uh...sorry.?" She really did feel bad. She knew his name, really...
"John Watson, hi."
"Hi." Jim said quickly, "So, you're Sherlock Holmes. Molly's told me all about you. Are you on one of your cases?" He approached Sherlock's side slowly.
"Jim works upstairs. That's how we met. Office romance." Molly said with a bit of a smile. Sherlock finally looked up at the couple. He immediately turned away, muttering to himself.
"Gay."
"Sorry, what?" Molly's face fell, having heard him perfectly. 'I could kill him.' she thought. Sherlock seemed to catch the glare and saved face.
"Nothing..um, hey." Sherlock looked over at a seemingly starry eyed Jim. As Molly looked between the two 'distractions' in her life, she saw the way Jim beamed as he watched him work. He moved closer and hit the side of an empty petri dish. It crashed to the floor, causing them all to look up.
"Sorry...s-sorry." Jim stuttered. He picked up the dish, and set it gently on the edge of the work station. He then looked at Molly, giving her a slight smile.
"Well, I'd better be off. I'll see you at the Fox, around six-ish?" Molly looked to him now, she eagerly nodded her head. Jim turned once more to look at the stoic man.
"Bye, it was nice to meet you." She could hear the sigh in his voice. 'Maybe Sherlock was right.' When he didn't respond, John stepped forward.
"You too." He gave the curt answer. Jim said a quiet goodbye to Molly, and left the lab. 'Okay, time to deal with this.' Molly huffed in her mind.
"What do you mean 'gay'? We're together." She insisted, trying to point to the man no longer at her side. It was at this that he finally looked up.
"And domestic bliss must suit you, Molly. You've put on three pounds since I last saw you." his tone was harsh, sardonic. Molly's face fell in anger and guilt.
"Two and a half." She declared. She had been eating a bit more since she had started going out with Jim. He didn't need to make her feel worse about it.
"Mm, three." he started in again, clearly not ready to back down. John tried giving him a warning tone, which Sherlock ignored.
"He's not gay. Why do you have to spoil? - he's not." Molly defended her own honor. Her animal instinct of rage and territorial reflexes were rising by the second. 'You didn't see the scratches down my back.' She wanted to say.
"Please, with that level of personal grooming?" Sherlock retorted. Molly was glad for John trying to come to her aid.
"Because he puts a bit of product in his hair? I put product in my hair!" John said pointedly. Sherlock did not relent, but went forward with his list of deductions.
"You wash your hair, there's a difference." He argued with the army doctor. "No no, tinted eyelashes, clear signs of taurine cream around the frown lines, those tired, clubber's eyes. Then there's his underwear." Molly's scowl only turned half to confusion.
"His underwear?"
"Visible above the waistline, very visible. Very particular brand. That, plus the extremely suggestive fact that he hid his number under this dish, I'd say you better break it off now and save yourself the pain." Sherlock finished, sitting back proudly. 'That's it.' Molly thought. She really could kill him, and he had no clue. She looked up to see a speechless John standing by, saying nothing. Her fangs began to slide out, and Molly knew she had two options, or rather, just the one. She turned and ran from the room, her human nature pushing her to flight mode.
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As she readied for her date with Jim, she thought on the awkward and less than social interaction earlier that day. The sad, though true, conclusion that she had come to was that Sherlock 'damn him' was right. When she really though about it, she should have known sooner. She arrived at the Fox exactly at six, and saw him by the bar, speaking with a tall, well-muscled blond man. It was when he leaned over to whisper something in the man's ear that she confirmed it in her mind. 'Nobody smiles like that unless they're flirting, or psychotic.' As she approached them, the unknown male walked away, while Jim turned to look at the crowd. He saw her coming closer, and smiled while giving her a wave. She took a deep breath, and was soon in front of him.
"Hello, Miss Molly."Jim said happily. He leaned in to kiss her, Molly stopped him with a hand on his chest. He looked up at her, confusion laced on his features.
"Jim...he was right, wasn't he?" She asked him point blank. His face grew sad with an unspoken admittance. The sigh that escaped him only added to the evidence. Jim took her hand in his.
"Molly, I'm sorry. I really want to be with you, I'm just...confused." His words sounded so naive to her ears. She nodded a bit and then looked him in the eye.
"Jim, I'm sorry too. I hope you get clarity on this, but...but I need certainty. I'm sorry." She said as she removed her hand from his grasp. With a sad turn, she left the room, vaguely hearing Jim calling after her. 'So much for my distraction.' She thought as she returned home.
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Well, tralalalala. Things could get very interesting from here, now couldn't they? could they? I really have no clue. lol. Anyway, leave me a note, tell me what you think.